I had now chased 44.4223289 N latitude 250 miles westward, passing through the towns of Prineville and Terrebonne since an adventure in the forest an hour earlier. With the sun coming in at a golden slant, I entered an area called, I believe, "Crooked River Ranch." I don't know what the exact land-development concept is, but on the ground it has the look of an ordinary residential neighborhood, except that every house has a lot the size of a large farm field. There is a rectangular street grid, but the streets are maybe seven or eight times as far apart as in ordinary neighborhoods. It seemed like just about the least efficient way you could possibly use land, but no doubt there's some kind of logic behind it.

The hashpoint was near a street on a (huge) vacant lot, so there wasn't much more to this one than driving out to it, taking a picture of the nicely-lit tree at the hashpoint, and driving back out to the highway. Expedition Success.